Mouth Like A Magazine Lyrics - No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical - Showbread

Turning over in interrupted slumber 

You ponder others, growing ever wakeful 

You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom 

To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful 

Now find the fault because your boyfriend can't read 

Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need 

So unhappy, yet so preoccupied 

Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused 

You are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse 

Virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is dated 

Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated 

Your spine is made of metal, your veins are bound in electric tape 

And all along an impulse lights at random in your face 

You caught up an offering and forget which words are lies 

Then your skull echoes a singeing pop as your brain is cauterized 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Within the walls I hear all of it's legs 

There must be so many to carry it over our heads 

Seething and unsettled and, oh, such a let down 

And now these rusty spokes inside my head 

Are making such a grating sound 

Your legacy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Your eulogy is like poetry 

But your mouth is like a magazine 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah wow